Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tam. Doe this and purchase vs thy lasting friends.
King. King.
King. Oh Tamora, was euer heard the like?
King. This is the pit, and this the Elder tree,
King. Looke sirs, if you can finde the huntsman out,
King. That should haue murthered Bassianus heere.
Aron. Aron.
Aron. My gracious Lord heere is the bag of Gold.
King. Two of thy whelpes, fell Curs of bloody kind
King. Haue heere bereft my brother of his life:
King. Sirs drag them from the pit vnto the prison,
King. There let them bide vntill we haue deuis'd
King. Some neuer heard‑of tortering paine for them.
Tamo. Tamo.
Tamo. What are they in this pit,
Tamo. Oh wondrous thing!
Tamo. How easily murder is discouered?
Tit. Tit.
Tit. High Emperour, vpon my feeble knee,